Whimsy - DoC

Name: Whimsy
Breed: Shepherd Mix
Height: 20 inches at shoulder
Weight: 37 lbs
Age: 2
Gender: Male
Orientation: Demiromantic, Grey-ace-demisexual
Altered: No

Faction: Stray
Rank: Omega (would like to eventually get him to Scavenger, maybe Dealer)
Family: "Mother" (deceased), Prim (Primrose - if you're interested in RPing his sister, she'd be in the Pets Faction)
Mate: N/A

Color: Tan with honey and cream highlights of fur. Dark black saddle and dark brown/black markings on face.
Defining Features: Ears that tip over just at the ends. Fur around face/ruff is light and wispy, whereas much of body fur is shorter and coarser.

Personality: On the surface, Whimsy is a reserved, perhaps even shy individual. He does not seek out social company often, typically preferring to keep his head down and complete his tasks. However, when he does connect with someone, they are a valued friend for life – he views his close friends as his family and will go above and beyond for them without question. Whimsy's dry and sarcastic humor and remarks are, at times, surprising to come from such a seemingly meek dog. He reserves such commentary for those who know him best – or just to ruffle the fur of someone causing him grief. He appreciates anyone who will give him the time of day, and will steer clear of anyone who's given him reason to feel unaccepted.

Pre-Group History: Whimsy was born a stray. He and his several brothers and sisters lived for days at a time, huddled beneath turned over cardboard boxes that his mother would drag from places far, far away. Places Whismy could never see. She would disappear for hours at a time and leave the cold, hungry pups hidden in corners of alleyways that Whimsy eventually found comfort in.

His mother told them how she had never wanted such a life for them – but when she thought her young were asleep, Whismy could hear her cursing herself as she paced back and forth up and down the alleyway. He eventually was able to put the pieces together. She had been selfish, she had disregarded what could have happened and instead mated with a longtime friend of hers. Together, they'd had a litter – but her mate had suddenly disappeared one day, before Whismy could have ever opened his eyes. Mother muttered about how he had left them all for dead... but in her sleep, he could hear mother crying for her long gone mate's kind end. She seemed to truly believe he had been captured by The Truck.

One by one, as Whismy and his siblings grew, he saw them disappear. Hit by cars, chased down dark alleys, kicked aside by passerby, fed poison. As they learned from Mother how to raid garbage bins and who to ask for handouts, the litter slowly dwindled to just a few. The horrible screams and the terrible visions he had seen scarred him and the others for life.

Terrified of the roads and quickly learning to fear humans, Whismy and the others meant to leave the busy city – perhaps they were better off in the nearby parks, learning to catch pigeons and doves. But Mother fell terribly ill – just like one little brother had some weeks before. Whismy's nervous sister remained behind with mother while Whimsy and his last remaining sister left the city for where they believed green grass lay, but never reached it. Lost in what seemed to be the greatest sprawling city of streets, cars, dangerous people and cruel dogs on leashes, Whismy and his sister realized they could never find their way back in time.

Two days later, they finally tracked their way back, but Mother and their sister were gone. Whimsy's sister turned herself into the pound, in hopes of a better life in a pet lover's home – as dirty as it felt to do so. Whismy was too afraid – he knew what bad luck could befall him if the wrong humans came to adopt him. Or if he never was.

And so Whismy spent his remaining days traveling the streets in search of other stray dogs – hoping someone knew of his mother and sister. Or, perhaps, just a place to feel included.

Group History: N/A

Kibbles Count: +2 joining
+2 - koeyohte.deviantart.com/art/St…


TOTAL KIBBLES: 4




Other: Whismy gets his name because of his particular fondness for eccentric items – glass mobiles, suncatchers and the like. He used to sit in front of one particular house and stare at them for hours while Mother looked for food. She named him Whimsy on a whim, never having intended to name her children in the first place. He spent nearly a full year of life with Mother, before going on alone.